I made it through and I think I am on the road to recovery. Yesterday I wasn’t feeling too hot. The procedure was a piece of cake. I was talking to the technicians, the guys were teasing one nurse and I offered to pop the guys if she needed help. The guys laughed and said "Sally you have someone on your side". The next thing he said was “We’re going to give you something to help you sleep…” the next thing I heard was Nick saying, “Hey honey you waking up now?”
So it was over, I got dressed and we came home. I sent a few short emails then I laid down for a nap. I got up a couple of hours later and felt fine still for a while. But then I started hurting and my stomach was upset and the rest of the evening felt pretty lousy. I couldn’t keep anything down and I HATE the way strong pain med make me feel. So basically just went on to be early and I feel much better this morning.
Two interesting things happened at the hospital. They start asking all these question… have you had this or that condition they go through a long list. On question was “Have you ever had thoughts of hurting yourself?” Nick and I each had a small grin on our face as I answered no. I could have pictured the conversation had I been a bit loopier “Well in the past I have self spanked and sometimes it could get a bit intense but now I prefer to let Nick handle such things. Although I was the one crazy enough to order the tawse – does that count?”
The second thing that happened at the hospital was as they were getting ready to discharge me. The doctor’s orders were for yesterday, no strenuous activities no lifting, no straining, no cooking, no cleaning. The next day I needed to get up and walk as much as I felt like. All other activities could begin as I felt like it. Hmmm… ‘as I felt like it’, seems like I have doctors orders to never cook or clean again. This whole procedure had turned out pretty well after all.